At the cave of the elderly bride, Hanga pondered her instructions before continuing on the journey.
“There my grandson is in the fiery mountains of man-made destruction. Evil is not always in the place, nor is it asleep! The air is poisonous! It is a place where despite heavy rain, it sometimes rains and rocks.
“There my grandson is in the fiery mountains of man-made destruction. Evil is not always in the place, nor is it asleep! The air is poisonous! It is a place where despite heavy rain, it sometimes rains and rocks.